Jeremy gets a "Jones" call.

We went to the Waynesville Rec Park this morning. I wish I could say, "On the way home from the gym, we ...," but no. Though I was DRESSED for the gym, we didn't go to the gym, mostly because sitting and reading Facebook on my phone while the boys played sounded like so much more fun than doing time on a treadmill.

But that's a post for another blog.

Anyway, after we'd been there for about 25 minutes, Jones all of a sudden put his hand to his ear and started talking. Clearly, he was on a "phone" call. The conversation lasted several minutes, and when it was over, I said, "Whom were you talking to?"

"I talk Dada," was his matter-of-fact response.

Well, alrighty, then.